Petals from pear trees
Drift across your path
Like shattered pieces
Of sunlight
The sun, she is fickle
Peeking behind clouds
For warm days
And cooler evenings
Finches nest
In every crevice
Chirping like mad
And chasing each other
Bulbs in the earth
Force through the sod
A riot of color
Amid bare trees
Everything is fresh
Newly green and fragile
Provoking awe
At the wonder of it
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